Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The Dragonstone Rebellion and the Journey to the North (1)

Imry Florent returned to his bedroom, his eyes filled with anger. The woman who slept with him looked at him in horror, cowering in a corner of the quilt.

Imry looked at her impatiently. The woman's hair was silver, which was not uncommon on Dragonstone. The Targaryen and Velaryon Valyrian families had left many offspring on this barren island.

He lifted the quilt and twisted it with both hands. The woman stared at him in confusion, trying to recall how she had offended this hot-tempered knight.

"A bunch of idiots, they really inherited Stannis's pedantry! Supporting a little girl with half her teeth and gray scales on half her face? It's crazy!" Imry Florent's face flushed red, and he put down the quilt panting and laid his head on the woman's soft belly.

The woman did not move, holding her breath and observing Sir Imry Florent.

"Sir?" she asked tentatively, but the sergeant did not respond at all.

The woman sighed, rubbed her shoulders with her hands, relaxed and leaned against the head of the bed, closing her eyes to rest.

"This morning..." Imry suddenly said, and the woman's relaxed body tensed up again.

"This morning, was there any secret letter from the other side?"

The woman nodded and pointed to the drawer beside her. There was still a crack in the drawer, and the tip of the feather sent by the letter paper was exposed outside the crack.

Imry snorted and left the bed, walked to the drawer, and took out the secret letter.

The familiar handwriting of Earl Alister came into his eyes, and Imry slowed down his breathing and read it carefully.

"Is it sent by Aeron?" He asked the woman. Although Aeron was reckless, he was his younger brother after all, and he was one of the few people he could trust on Dragonstone.

He only dared to believe the news he brought from the fleet.

If this letter still passed through that immortal Maester Cressen, I wish I could jump off the main hall of Dragonstone and be buried in the sea, which is better than being stupid and dying.

The woman nodded, gently pulled up the quilt, and clenched her hands tightly.

Imry sighed, and a heavy stone was lifted from his heart.

He held the letter tightly, and his nails made a small mark on it. The hint in the letter from Lord Alister, his grandfather, seemed to put him in an ice hole. Thinking of the consequences of failure, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.

Imry knew the situation of his family. He bounced between Renly and Stannis twice, and his credit among the nobles in the Reach was probably at the lowest point.

This will go back to Lord Tyrell again, and he may have to show enough credit to offset the previous debt.

Helping the Qingting Island Fleet to solve the problem of Dragonstone is the best olive branch, Imry thought.

Fortunately, he did not mention surrendering to King Joffrey in the main hall, but instead mentioned Renly to confuse the audience, otherwise he would have been imprisoned by Axell's stupid uncle.

"Uncle Axell, I'm so sorry, but you have been against the earl and dragged the precious Florent infantry to the battlefield of the Blackwater River. I can't save you..." Imry thought.

...

Harold Hatton, with a face that looked like his father's when he was young, turned to him, "Lead the army to the Twins?"

Attis sat on the main seat and whispered softly, "The army is tired of war, you can lead the headquarters, and most of the others may be transferred back to the riverlands and the Vale of Arryn."

Harold frowned, "Will the armies of Corbray and Royce not be turned back?"

"They have other military orders," Attis answered one by one without getting tired of it. If the main branch of the Arryn family still has confidants in the Vale, Harold in front of him must be included. Even the Golden Eagle of Seagull Town, who is a distant relative, is treated as his own. Although he doesn't know why, Attis always invests a lot of trust in his blood-related clansmen, which is even incomparable to the Royce family who cultivated him in his childhood.

"You will be the vanguard of the army heading north. This time, the mission is not to fight. Jon Grafson of the Twins will be your shield. Trust him and everything will be fine."

Harold nodded, and he repeated Artis' words in his mind several times, "Yes."

Artis nodded slightly, and Harold stood up and turned to leave.

It is true that the army is tired of war, but most of them are from the conscription team in the valley. As the weather gets colder, the instinctive fear of the people in the valley will be summoned, and it is not surprising that they want to go home at this time.

But the team of the high mountain clan does not buy it. They just came out of the valley with the most sophisticated equipment in the valley, but they can't see blood. People keep coming to their door and ask to go to war.

But it is undeniable that the available combat power of the Vale army, which is more than 30,000 at this time, is slowly weakening. Although the consumption of continuous fighting will soon be compensated by the fat meat of the Riverlands, Arryn has not completely digested the Riverlands after all, and the trust between the Vale and the Riverlands has just been established through marriage.

The brief silence did not last long before it was broken by a "Duke".

Atis looked at the man who came, wearing silk clothes like a merchant. If he was fatter or shaved his head, Atis could even mistake him for Varys.

It was just that the golden eagle medal on the ring he wore revealed his identity. Maybe he was a cousin of Evan Arryn.

"Duke wants the Golden Eagle to stop?"

Atis nodded, "Just work in the brothel left by Littlefinger to collect intelligence, no need to go out or do anything to the Red Castle."

The visitor didn't understand, but he didn't say much. He just lowered his head and said, "I will report it to the Golden Eagle."

Attis watched the visitor leave. Ever since the news came that Eddard Stark had "resurrected from the dead" in the North, he knew that Varys could never belong to Stannis.

Thinking of Varys's actions, he wasn't even sure who the spider was loyal to, but it was definitely Stannis.

Blackwater Bay has long been blocked by the Dragonstone Fleet, and Varys is in the royal territory and has no possibility of escaping from the sea.

This eunuch has laid out so many things and messed up the kingdom like this. Will he easily leave King's Landing, the center of the spider web, with countless little birds delivering information to him?

Absolutely impossible.

Unless he's crazy.

Attis concluded so.

The spider was waiting for an opportunity, and Attis thought of the wildfire rising and burning at the gates of King's Landing, green, like the flames of hell.

Even including Tommen's death, his identity as Myrcella's fiancé directly touched Tywin Lannister's nerves. Attis also suspected that Varys was causing trouble.

Tywin's way of putting the blame on Tyrion really puzzled him. In his opinion, the most worthy person for Lannister to befriend and win over was the "little man" who seemed to be on the edge but actually saved Lannister several times. Demon" Tyrion.

But this at least makes it clear that the internal conflicts between Tywin, Tyrion, and Lannister are much greater than they imagined.

This strengthened Attis' determination to protect Tyrion, which is why he insisted on letting Corbray and Royce's cavalry stay in the king's camp.

Evan Arryn also has this mission in King's Landing, acting as Arryn's dark side in King's Landing.

Although Attis said that he had left the political center of King's Landing and the Red Keep, he was not likely to give up his right to speak in the Royal Council, so he chose to let Robert Royce enter the Red Keep instead of him and act as the face of the Vale in King's Landing. To speak out for themselves, Anda and Weimar led their troops to camp in the royal territory to communicate inside and outside.

Tyrion's case is full of holes, and he trusts the impartial Royce to make a judgment.

As for Bronze Yoen, he wants to accompany him north to meet more important people.